Liberation

After the war he again toured Europe, and then returned to his home near
Lake Geneva, where he became ill. After spending six months in a health
resort in Italy, he returned to Switzerland where he died on 16 June 1947.

NOTE: This page is not yet finished. The following text is written
by Huberman's secretary, Ida Ibbeken.

Switzerland

The day after the concert in Zurich on April 24th, 1946, Huberman returned
home to his beautiful, wooded country-seat Nant above the Lake
of Geneva. Here he hoped to rest after many months of strenuous concert-tours
and other activities in America, England and other European countries, to
enjoy the exquisite beauty of his property and to prepare for new action.
In America, it had been arranged with friends that he should take over a
car which they had left in a garage near Geneva, when the war broke out
in 1939, and that he should use it until the friends would come to Switzerland
and take their car.  A few days after arrival at Nant,
Huberman travelled together with a competent mechanic-driver to that village
to fetch the car. In spite of the written instruction, the owner of the
garage refused to comply, pretending that, in accordance with previous orders,
the car had already been sold. Huberman knew that this was not true, that
the man wanted to keep the fine car which, at that time had a great value.
But, with extreme restraint of his anger, Huberman succeeded to have the
garage-owner deliver him the car.
Huberman felt utmost indignation; it was not only the personal experience
but still more the fact that this had happened in Switzerland. He felt terribly
disappointed. He looked very pale, but remarked: I controlled myself
well, didnt I? - In this state of repressed feelings he ate
in a little village-inn a hurriedly and insufficiently prepared meal. Then
he had the driver take him back in the car to Nant. 

Overworked and overtired as he still was, the suppressed excitement led
to catastrophic consequences: what Huberman had expressed as a youth and
what he had felt in one form or another during his life: the effort
to suppress my emotion reacts on my stomach and ruins it. All suffering
is restrained passion  this became now full reality. The whole
body seemed to be gripped by an intoxication leading to a grave attack of
convulsion. This was so strong that it caused the fracture of the neck of
the thigh-bone, which was recognised as such only after a month, but which,
successfully set, healed completely.  Unexplained remained the illness
as such, remained the terrific pains in the left shoulder and a certain
immobility of the left arm. During several months the surgeon himself treated
with exercises, causing excruciating pain, which Huberman could bear only
in the willingness to suffer anything which would enable him to play his
violin again.  After more than six months, in a health resort in Italy,
the physicians found out that there had been a slight fracture in the shoulder
which now, after such a long time could be corrected only by a surgical
intervention.  The operation was successful and again  as ten
years ago after the airplane crash  Huberman had to work from morning
to night to regain the mastery of his violin.  At that time he wrote
to a friend: Was wirst Du wohl von mir denken nach den fast 9 Monaten
meines Schweigens auf Dein liebes Schreiben! Was immer Du auch denken magst,
es ist auf jeden Fall gefehlt. Heute, wo eine fast tragische Ungewissheit
sich zum Bessern wendet, kann ich es Dir sagen: ich habe durch diese 9 Monate
zum Teil um mein Leben gekämpft, zum Teil um die Mission in meinem
Leben: die Geige und das Wunder ist geschehen: ich spiele wieder
Geige.

Still in Italy, during one of his exercises, he played in the presence
of his music-loving doctor the Concerto in E of Bach in such a way, that
he himself was deeply moved by a newly discovered essence and meaning of
that concerto.  He played the opening bars of the Brahms Concerto
so, that the Professor, overwhelmed, exclaimed: Quel géant!
 What a giant! 
After return to his home in Switzerland he continued with the incessant
exercises. Impossible to describe the ups and downs of hope and despair,
the spiritual torments.  Relaxation and recreation he found in walks
in the park and woods of his beloved Nant, in the song of the
birds, the magnificent landscape with the Lake of Geneva, the snow-covered
mountains, the green fields and blossoming fruit-trees in the valley and
his orchard.
But here in Switzerland, another matter caused him great distress. A young
violinist who, before America had entered the war, had studied with Huberman
for a short time in summer 1941 in America, and who had now finished his
military service, came over to Europe in order to continue his violin studies.
Already in Italy he had been with Huberman for a few weeks, and now he came
to Switzerland. There, the authorities of the Canton issued an order, forbidding
Huberman as a foreigner, notwithstanding his large property, to give violin-lessons!
 Was there, at all, a Swiss violin-playing youth in the country, in
whom Huberman might have been interested to give him lessons?!  Huberman
felt aggrieved, indignant. He did not even permit the young man to come
up to his house until, after some discussions, the authorities consented
that foreigners were permitted to study with him.  He
received the notice on a Saturday.  On this Saturday Huberman felt
for the fist time that he had regained complete mastery over his violin,
he knew that he would be able to play the concerts which he had planned
for the forthcoming winter. He scarcely dared to believe it. How often had
he exclaimed: I cannot live without my violin!  And now he had
reconquered it, for his conviction, his artistic criterion, fully! 
On Sunday morning this believe in the return to his art was still strengthened.


In the afternoon he had the young violinist come up to his house. First
they took a walk through the park, Huberman talked about the necessity to
take care of the preservation of the old magnificent trees, he was cheerful,
in good spirits. Then he gave the violin-lesson, explaining; being himself
in a state of inspiration, he lifted his hands, imploring: Think of
a vision, a vision from far, far away!  His face was pale, but
the eyes shone. Soon he ended the lesson, tired from excitement. The rest
of the day he spent calmly chatting.  In the evening a grave attack
set in, a doctor was called; after his condition had calmed down, the doctor
left in the believe that no specific change would happen. Huberman did not
awake from unconsciousness.  In the early morning of the 16th of June
1947 his passionate heart ceased to beat, almost imperceptibly. Without
a struggle like a soft breeze ended this struggle-filled life. 

Leaving Concertgebouw followed by secretary, after rehearsal prior to performance
later that day, marking his first since Dutch liberation.